Or is it afternoon?
We're just able to move about," said Helen.
"I could ride," declared Bo, stoutly.

"Oh, Nell, look at the deer! It's coming to me." The doe had hung back a little as Dale reached the camp-fire.

It was a gray, slender creature, smooth as silk, with great dark eyes.

It stood a moment, long ears erect, and then with a graceful little trot came up to Bo and reached a slim nose for her outstretched hand.

All about it, except the beautiful soft eyes, seemed wild, and yet it was as tame as a kitten.